They were still around, somewhere. Nobody knew when they would decide to come out of hiding, like a bear in the spring, but they were there. Ku Kluxers, they were sneaky. And maybe over to Atlanta Albert could get up in white people's faces and tell them, he's a grown man. That he's a widower with grandchildren, and he's been grown since before certain people knew how to pee straight, and they needed to stop talking to him like a child or a dog. Albert couldn't do that here in Chicasetta, though, even if there weren't supposed to be any Ku Kluxers around any more. He wasn't that much of a fool--common sense, that was what kept Albert from acting crazy in front of Mrs. Gadsden, sassing her this morning up in the Social Security Office. Common sense and the Good Lord and the Ku Kluxers.
